by Eden Rose
“Yeah, how come?” Jenna asks with her deep blue eyes. The same eyes as her sister and my brother. Every time I look at them, I think of him.
I especially feel bad because I walked out on him at the hospital all those years ago. We never had the chance to hash out our problems and the guilt is with me every day.
Feeling sad, and missing Gabe, I usher them to the door. “Come on. Aunt Sin has a meeting to go to this morning.”
Both of the girls walk out the front door and climb into my Range Rover that I got as a present from signing my biggest contract three years ago. I’m really proud of it and I make sure to keep it looking nice and clean as much as I can. Jayla and Jenna both like it because it’s tall and they get to jump down. Also, because it can hold a gaggle of their friends.
Yep, preschool was easy. Elementary school is difficult because now their friends come to their parties and their parents. I wouldn’t say that they treat me immensely different than the other parents, but I do feel the riff between us. I do know that they try to keep their husbands away from me. Silly ass bitches. I’m a porn star, not some predator. Their children are not allowed to have sleep overs at my house because they think I walk around naked or something.
It’s ignorant and not fair to Jayla and Jenna. But, I try to make sure that they are as happy as can be with the situations that we have.
This wouldn't be the first time someone didn't like me. Growing up as the princess of the local MC, I got passed over.
“So, Aunt Sin, are you going to be home when we get home from dance?” Jayla asks. She’s the one that asks the most questions about everything. I keep thinking she’s going to become a cop or something.
“I’ll pick you up from the nanny before dance and take you guys home as well. Don’t forget though, tomorrow you are sleeping over at Angela’s. All right?”
Angela is one of my friends at the studio. Yes, she is a porn star too and yes, we have hooked up a few times. Lesbian porn is where it’s at right now and if you want to make money, you got to eat box as well. She’s a nice woman who is also a single mother to twin boys around my nieces ages. They all get along though. Their nanny, Kate, is also my nanny but I don’t have her watch the girls as often as Angela does.
I need to be a parent before I’m anything else. Even if I’m a substitute.
“Yay! We get to see Barrett and Brady!” Jenna hollers and punches the air with her little fists. “I love spending the night at their house, Aunt Sin. They have fun animals and stuff. When can we get fun animals and stuff?”
Little do they know, that I have intentions on getting them each a puppy for their Christmas present this year. Jayla and Jenna will get their own because I don’t want to listen to them complain about not spending time with their puppy. I managed to find a breeder who still has a litter of Golden Retrievers and two brothers left.
“When you each get jobs and pick up their poop,” I quip back and pull into the school.
As I drive my SUV through the bus circle, I notice that several parents are there dropping off their kids. This is just fucking great. It’s almost Christmas break and I have managed to get away from these trophy wives.
“Move aside, ladies. She’s here,” one of them says as she looks at her kid and pushes him aside.
Oh no! He’s going to catch the porn gene!
My nieces are already running in the doors of the school to get to class before I can kiss them goodbye. This is a new occurrence and at first I was upset that they didn’t want to kiss me bye, but at least they like the school.
I ignore the gossiping women who seem to think that I haven’t ever been treated like I have the plague before, I walk to my car. Once inside, I notice that all of them are looking at me over their shoulders. I’m trying desperately hard to not flip the fuck out on them and get through this, but today I want to punch all of them.
Back in the day, if I were still hanging around the MC, I would have shown them a thing or two about respect. I hate when people think they are better than me just because they are a housewife or something.
Driving to the studio, I feel better and more in control of my surroundings by being here. I like being here and the feel of actually doing something to provide for my family. Yeah, I take my clothes off and suck some dick, but it pays the bills. At least I’m getting paid for it. Many people don’t realize how controlled the environment is and it’s not some giant orgy.
Every actor or actress has their own room and gets to pick their own video that they want. We’re never forced to sleep with someone if we don’t want to.
Like I said, we’re in control.
Duke’s getting out of his car, and I can’t help but look him over. He’s a delicious fucking man who’s tall and has a big dick. We fuck a lot for video but we’ve never actually had sex without a camera in our faces. Duke is about six feet and he looks Middle- Eastern. I think he said something about him being a first generation here or something. His parents don’t agree with his job choice, but they are accepting of it as they can be.
Mine stopped talking to me.
“Hey, baby. How are you?” Duke asks as he saddles himself up with me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
I wrap my arm around his waist and squeeze. We walk like this into the studio. “Oh you know, taking the kids to school and all of that fun stuff.”
He kisses my cheek as we get into the doors, “One of these days, are you going to let me take you out?”
He’s always asking this and I always answer the same way. “You already got into my pants, it’s not as if you need to buy me dinner.” I wink at him and then strut off to my dressing room.
CALEB
Being a lawyer is actually more boring than I thought. Maybe I should have done something more entertaining… like be a pilot. No, I’m holed up in my office trying to get briefs together for court.
I’m a fourth generation family law attorney at Bilson McAdams Bilson (BMB for short) and I specialize in custody disputes. I’m that asshole that rips kids away and places them with different people. Yes, I do have a soul, it’s just not very deep.
I hate my job but I spent too much money in school to do anything else but this. At least I make decent money. Not as much money as my best bud, Duke, does. He’s a porn star and loves his job. Isn’t that funny? The lawyer and the porn star as friends. Hey, it works and we take care of each other.
“Mr. Bilson, your two o’clock is here,” Janet announces and I look out my window to see a slutty woman dressed as if she’s about to hit a strip club.
After racking my brain, I can’t remember having a meeting with someone at this time. “What is this regarding?” I ask and flip through my book.
“She’s here to discuss the custody of her children. Your dad set it up.”
Of course he did. “Send her in.”
I arrange my desk so it is decently organized and set the alarm on my computer to make my phone ring in ten minutes. I button up my suit coat and pop a mint in my mouth. Smelling like the coffee I just chugged isn’t good for business.
The woman walks into my office wearing a tight dress and her tits hanging out. Her hair is horribly dyed (I know this because my sister is a hair stylist and she would flip out) and its long. There’s not one thing appealing about this woman, but she deserves to be helped.
Or so they say.
“Hello, I’m Caleb Bilson. What’s your name?” I hold my hand out and she completely ignores it. I’m shocked as hell as she leans in and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
“I’m Charlotte Bright. I’m here to discuss the custody of my twin daughters.”
She doesn’t let me go and I awkwardly move her hands so they are off of my shoulders. “Yes, please take a seat.”
Unlike most women who wear dresses or short skirts and cross their ankles, her knees are about a foot apart. Gross. I’m not proud of it, but I could see up her skirt and the lack of underwear that she’s wearing is making me want to gag.
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p; I’m sick and fucking tired of these women with no morals or standards. I would want a woman who doesn’t act like a slut and will be someone that I can settle down with. Clearly, this is not the woman and I want to kick her out of my office.
“What can I do for you, Charlotte?” It’s a loaded question but I’m actually being a professional right now. I want nothing to do with this woman.
Charlotte shakes out her tight as sin top and then pouts. “My twin daughters have been given to their father’s sister. She’s a fucking whore.”
Wow, that’s blunt.
“What makes you say that? First, shall we discuss my fees?”
Right at the end of my sentence, she gets up and starts doing what is supposed to be a sexy dance. There was nothing sexy about it. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand and push my chair into its holder with me on it.
“Working on your fees,” she says simply almost as if I’m some dumb ass that doesn’t understand something so simple.
I shake my head and swallow the burning bile down. “No. That’s not how I do business. I think we are done here.”
She starts to argue but I shake my head and point towards the door. With frustration, she stomps out of my office and slams the door. Right when I hear her yell: “You asshole!” I notice that she left a folder on my desk.
Curiosity claims me and I open it. In it, is a bunch of details regarding her twins and their caretaker. I’m shocked as hell when I see where she works.
White Hot Productions.
With Duke.
I’m supposed to be having dinner with Duke later today to discuss his custody trial from his ex wife. Maybe I can stop in and see him… Well, see her. I’m wondering what she looks like and if she’s actually a motherly person. Is she in videos too? Or is she like an accountant or something?
Instead of packing up all of my shit to bring home, I leave it on my desk and grab my suit coat. After shrugging it on, I walk out of my office and shut the door. I don’t need to lock it because most everyone has left already and there’s nothing in there that someone would want.
My car is the only one in the parking garage, and I unlock it before getting into it. Once I’m in, I plug my phone into the car charger and drive off to go see Duke. I pull into the parking lot outside of the nondescript building, and get out of my car.
I’ve been here a ton of times before, but I’ve never just stopped in like this. The sound of skin on skin hits me while I walk in the front door. I turn to see where the noise is coming from and I see two women doing 69 with some big ass dildos. Of course, I have to stop and take in the scene before going to find Duke. The women are both fake blondes with big tits and little asses. I reach down and adjust my dick so it’s not sticking straight out and getting zipper burn.
“Hey, you fuckin’ perv!”
“Yo!” I holler back at Duke as he comes over to me in his bathrobe. He’s said numerous times that he finds it cold in here so he’s always wearing a bathrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” I ask and give him that weird man hug that only men get.
“I thought I was meeting you later?” He asks and his head turns to the side and he looks over.
I follow where he’s looking and see a gorgeous blonde with long hair and a tight little body. “Who the hell is that?” I ask openly gawking at this girl. I can see the outline of her tits through her silk robe and they are nice and firm from what I can see.
Duke pushes on my shoulder and points at her. “Sin! Come over here, I want you to meet my friend.”
The woman, Sin, walks over barefoot and her hair is flowing in the fan. I can smell the scent of her shampoo or her lotion and she smells sweet as candy. She awkwardly waves as she comes up and saddles herself up next to Duke. “Hi, I’m Sinclair . How are you?”
Holy shit. Lord have mercy on my soul! This woman has a Southern accent that makes her so fucking beautiful. “Caleb. Nice to meet you.”
Duke nudges my shoulder and shakes his head as if he can read my unpure thoughts. “We are going to dinner. Want to come?” He asks her and wraps his arm around her shoulder.
My friend is pretty tall and I’m about 6’4” but this woman has to be at least 5’10”. She reaches her red tipped nails into her pocket and pulls out her phone. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to pick up my nieces. Another time?”
Wait a fucking minute!
HULK
“Any leads yet?” I question during visitation. It’s been fucking three years since I got locked up on bull shit charges to help the club dodge the cops investigating everything. For the past three years, I have rotted away in the maximum security prison waiting for my time to tell these mother fuckers to go to hell.
Bishop shakes his head. “We think it's this new club out in Vegas. We haven’t got a good lead on them.”
I feel sick to my stomach at the word Vegas. Sinclair is there and has no idea what the fuck is going on. “They are that close to Sin? Are you trying to get her killed?” I bark out.
The president slams his hand on the table separating us. “It was your fault she left in the first place, you little shit!”
Everyone around us looks up from their visitation to look at us. We’re tattooed up and louder than shit. Especially dealing with this situation. “If I were on the outside, I would protect her. I would make sure none of this shit touched her.”
“This isn’t gettin’ us anywhere.”
I shake my head. “No, we aren’t. I’m rotting away doing my time and no one is watching my girl. I swear to fuckin’ leather jesus, if anything happens to her, I’m going to kill every single one of those assholes.”
I mean it, too. I’ve had enough of us not knowing what’s up in the club.
“Ever since we bombed the Sinners three years ago, it's just been fuckin’ petty ass shit.”
After we found out that the Sinners were the ones that blew up our clubhouse, the night everything went down, my brothers picked each of the brothers off one by one until the arsonist was last. He was burned alive and I got to watch the recording of it.
Not even going to lie. I enjoyed every minute of it.
“Those rat bastards are all going to burn when we get them alone. Every single one. For killing Thorn and putting you away in prison,” Bishop utters as if he’s sitting in orange next to me.
“I want one of them left for me,” I remark.
Elvis mutters under his breath.
“What?”
He nods over at the president. “We think they are going to attack Sin next. They’ve been sending us fuckin’ videos of her fuckin’ all these guys in the studio and the end isn’t that great.”
“Mother fucker!” I scream out.
A guard is here in two seconds to fuck with us. “If you have one more outburst, you’re in lock down for seventy-two hours. You got me?”
Bishop smirks. “Mr. Hall, right? You live at 24 McCallister Road with a wife and two kids. Right?:
The guard shifts around in his boots. “Who the fuck are you?” He demands.
“Not the one you mess with when we’re having a meeting.”
Hall mutters under his breath and storms off. I already know he’s going to fuck with me when everyone leaves. Elvis and Bishop are watching my reactions to the whole thing intently.
Elvis nods his head at me. “You still training in here?”
“Yeah. Of course. But we don’t have the same equipment that I need to actually train.”
“Visitation is over!” Hall shouts over the murmurs of everyone talking.
I roll my eyes know exactly what is about to happen. He’s going to try and fuck with me somehow once I’m in my cell. He likes to act as if he’s more important than what he is and takes it out on me.
Bishop gets off the seat and adjusts his cut on his shoulders. The move makes me miss wearing my cut more than I should. It's a badge of honor more than anything. However, I miss being around my brothers, drinking, fucking, fighting… All the things I can’t do in here.
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bsp; “You gonna be okay?” He demands and claps me on my back.
I clap him too to show him I’m not scared of these mother fuckers. The only thing that scares me about being in here is the fact I can’t protect myself how I normally would.
“Yeah, prez. Don’t worry about me. Let me know when you got those fuckers figured out. We gotta stop them before they get Sin.”
Elvis nods. “We miss ya, brother. Don’t worry. You’re gettin’ out soon.”
I don’t allow them to see my doubt. I already know that I’m gonna be in here for a long fucking time.
